Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.